I only ever made it to the end of the driveway—
A place you can be at home without arriving,
warm lights inside beckoned but I wasn't ready.
In this world of many could you find me?
Is that your shadow in the rain on my pavement?
The drops take shapes i know your face would make.
Stepping through them, I create new ripples—
Tracking your stain with me towards the hedges
Let me find a new home for you
And all the milk inside your head
spilling into the cracks of the sidewalk—a web
Decide for once you feel such numb galore
reach inside pull out the tangles
And here is the window and here is the door